puppet master

i should have known not to trust.  i'm too good a person.  well i have said i'm done being nice before...but i really am gonna fuck his world up the ass now.  i have a giant 12 inch black dildo that has his name on it...first of all last tax season i text him (because he doesn't take phone calls from me) and asked what we were doing regarding taxes...were we filing married, married but separated, or just separate completely.  well he proceeded to tell me at that time that he already filed and he already claimed our daughter.  well...bygoshbygolly...spit in my eye...it's not like we couldn't have come to some kind of agreement as grown adults.  but when someone takes your power completely from you for so long...and continues to do it after you aren't even together anymore...it tends to make one a bit bitter.  so we came to a (my mistake) verbal agreement that we would alternate years...dammit all i knew i should have gotten that shit it writing!!!  so i sent him a text last tuesday asking if we were still in agreement about alternating years and that this is my year.  well i knew when i got no response that...how do you say...IT WAS ON!  i already had all the info entered when i sent that first text...then i sent one asking if he got my last text...still no response...then i sent one saying...i was trying to keep things courteous between us but just so you know i already filed taxes and i claimed her.  still no response...nothing all week.  not even a text asking me to have our daughter call him.  so strange.  what a coward.  so sunday on our normal child exchange day he came to pick her up and i asked him face to face and he got awkward and said "well i guess we'll find out when there's an audit" so i being the nice person (somewhat naive when it comes to evil people) told him that i couldn't believe that he would do that and that we had an agreement.  then the anger came and i told him that we'll be married for another 2 years because he can't refinance to get my name off the house...i know...but it felt good.  i also told him loudly (with horseface in the car with the window down) that he won't be able to get remarried until we are divorced so good luck with that.  sigh...i hate when i let him get me upset...i think it's more that i get upset that i always want to see the best in people and i always find myself hurt and disappointed in the end.  people are just furking assholes.  ahhh...my little marionet...and his puppet master...i remember when i was the puppet master...and i remember cutting the strings after i got pissed on.  horse face...he's all yours...don't come crying to me when he's screwing you over with his 3rd wife pulling the strings!!!